Dear Adrian,

I'm sorry. D:

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I feel like curling up and crying again.

Last night.

We were at Jicelle's house, for some reason. There was a party with so many people in the backyard. I look inside and see Marlon on the computer, holding an uke and singing. But I don't know what he's singing. Haha. He sees me and signals me to go inside like he has something to tell me. Then when I get inside, he hands me another uke, and we start singing You and I by Ingrid Michaelson.



Then I wake up. D: hahaha.

Unconditional love?

Dear parentals, can I run away? I think it’s better for everyone. You can save your voices from yelling, and I don’t have to deal with your crap and unreasonable “reasons”. I haven’t even heard an I love you! or good job! or a thank you for doing the dishes! type of encouragement. All I hear is discouragement and yelling about things that are wrong in your eyes and aren’t even that bad. So stupid, what the heck.

I can’t wait to leave this prison I call “home”.

Nihongo exam. D:

Long time, no see, blogspot!

But man, yo. That thing was pretty easy. Margaret isn't gonna take Japanese 2 with me next year. I'm gonna be so alone. DDD:

I'm just waiting for everyone to finish now. Eight moar minutes. :D